"Wan'er feel uncomfortable?"
Song Wan shook his head and touched Shen Qianyu's cheek distressedly.
The man tilted his head slightly and rubbed it against her palm, then continued to scoop out a bowl of white porridge and feed it to Song Wan.
There is a sweet white glaze small plate on the table. It has a simple and elegant white porcelain base with no patterns. It is paired with green vegetables that have only been blanched in hot water. It looks very refreshing.
Such dishes can arouse Song Wan's appetite.
Shen Qianyu picked up the green vegetables, put them on the rice porridge, and brought them to Song Wan again.
"Is your stomach still acidic today?"
"Not anymore."
Song Wan only took two bites before she felt like she couldn't eat anymore, but she didn't want Shen Qianyu to worry so she had to force herself to use more.
"If you can't eat, don't eat. When you get hungry in the evening, I'll cook you some soup noodles."
"Your Majesty, I have been by my side for the past few days and have never had a good rest. Why don't you go back to Yangxin Hall to rest for a day?"
She couldn't eat during the day, but she would often feel hungry suddenly at night. She would always find the people around her to get up and prepare food for her. Shen Qianyu had not slept soundly for a long time, and Song Wan always felt distressed.
But he was stubborn and insisted on staying in Changle Palace no matter what, which made Song Wan feel guilty.
"Wan'er, don't call me Holy Master, I don't like to hear it."
After putting away the dishes and chopsticks on the table, Shen Qianyu half-supported Song Wan to sit on the phoenix couch.
"Come here with me."
Holding the moisturizing cream specially developed for Song Wan by Tai Hospital in her hands, Shen Qianyu helped her take off her clothes and slowly started to apply it.
He wiped without any distractions, and his movements were gentle and gentle. Even though the two could not have sex because they had children, Shen Qianyu never complained.
Maybe her mood was too high during pregnancy, so Song Wan's eyes felt sour and a little teary when he saw his movements.
Shen Qianyu was helping her gently rub her severely swollen calf. When she looked up, she saw his eyes were red.
Shen Qianyu was startled, raised his hands stiffly and said in a panic: "But does it hurt when you pinch it?"
Song Wan shook his head.
"Wan'er..."
Shen Qianyu stepped forward, held the person in his arms and asked carefully, "But do you feel aggrieved?"
She must have been wronged after suffering so much to give birth to his children.
Shen Qianyu felt more and more distressed, and hurriedly pulled off the hem of his clothes to wipe off the greasy cream on his hands, and helped Song Wan wipe away the tears on his face.
"Wan'er, what's wrong with you?"
He sounded anxious and urged the rear several times. Song Wan said: "Some time ago, I made a concession to allow the Holy Emperor to select a girl to enter the palace. The Holy Emperor should not refuse."
When Shen Qianyu heard the words, he lowered his head in shock. Just when he was feeling aggrieved and sad, he saw Song Wan's eyes open, full of tenderness and tenderness, and a dependence he had never seen before.
He never thought that one day he would see such emotions in Song Wan's eyes.
Shen Qianyu felt ecstatic at first, and then immediately felt full of pity.
He has known Song Wan for a long time, and he has seen her heroic appearance despite being alone, and has also seen her ruthless attitude in cutting off love decisively and without mercy. But it is this dependence and softness that he has never shown before. Song Wan saw it in his eyes.
Shen Qianyu thought for a while and said softly: "I once said that I wanted to be an ordinary couple with Wan'er, and I meant it sincerely."
"Things that don't happen in an ordinary couple's home won't happen to the two of us."
"I haven't seen those pig butchers and blacksmiths out there drafting girls every other year."
Shen Qianyu lowered his head and played with the long hair beside Song Wan's ear, and whispered: "I know that although Wan'er heard this, he didn't believe it in his heart, so even if you have me in your heart, you always remind yourself I am the king of a country, not your husband."
"Wan'er relies on me in his heart, but he keeps reminding himself to beware of me."
"Although I know you didn't mean it, but..."
"I will also be sad and aggrieved."
Shen Qianyu's tone was a little urgent: "Wan'er, don't be wary of me because of my identity, and don't secretly stay away from me because of my identity."
"I know that there are so many oaths in the world, like flowers in the mirror or the moon in the water. They are all words that seem to be prosperous and extremely practical but are ethereal and empty. But what I say always comes from the sincerity."
"I know Wan'er doesn't believe what I say, but can Wan'er try to trust me and rely on me, right now."
"Today I am trustworthy, so give yourself to me. If I am not trustworthy tomorrow, just abandon me and beware of me."
"People's hearts are fickle, and I dare not promise to stay true to Wan'er until death. But right now, when you want to rely on me and trust me, don't hold yourself back, and don't force yourself to be on guard all the time."
He wanted Wan'er to rely on him, and didn't want to see Song Wan cautiously testing his sincerity when he was vulnerable.
His lover should always be like the moon in the sky, cold and noble. He would rather look up at Wan'er than see her showing the slightest hint of caution and probing.
Wan'er was very worried after she became pregnant. In addition, she was not feeling well and had difficulty eating and sleeping, which made her very tortured. During this period, she felt impetuous and depressed several times, but she kept it in her heart and never showed it.
Being by her side every day, he could naturally feel Song Wan's emotional changes, but he couldn't find the reason or explain it.
Only today could he see a clue in her eyes.
"Wan'er, if you are tired of me, just speak up and I will hide far away. But if you like me or don't want the courtiers to mention the draft again, you have to tell me."
He has a crude temperament and has difficulty understanding his daughter's delicate emotions.
Shen Qianyu murmured in a low voice: "Don't let me guess what you are thinking. If you don't tell me, I will always be afraid that I will guess wrong."
"Wan'er..."
"You don't want anyone to mention the draft?"
"I don't want to."
After a long time, Song Wan nodded.
When she got married to Jiang Xingjian, she never cared about whether he took concubines or not. Even when Lin Jiayue shouted that she would be a pair for the rest of her life, she only thought it was ridiculous and stupid.
But after marrying Shen Qianyu, even if she had the slightest idea that someone would stand by his side in the future and have him take care of her like her, Song Wan felt depressed.
"I don't want to..."
Shen Qianyu murmured again, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face.
No one knows how long he has been waiting for today.
He first hoped that Wan'er would be more free in front of him, and then put aside the rules and ethics that imprisoned her. Today, he finally got it.
Shen Qianyu lowered his head and gently pressed his lips to Song Wan's lips, feeling the faint body temperature of his beloved.
"Wan'er, that's great."
As long as she thinks that he is the only one in the world who can make Song Wan break out of the rules and regulations that restrict her, and show tenderness and charm for him alone, and even be jealous of him, Shen Qianyu will feel that this life is enough.
"Don't worry Wan'er, no one will bother you about the draft again in the future."
Although Song Wan did not want to see another woman around Shen Qianyu, he also knew that the lack of royal heirs would be detrimental to the country. When he was about to let him ignore his words, he was interrupted by him.
"There's no need to say anything anymore, Wan'er, I've made up my mind."
Just imagining that if Song Wan was not lying next to him, Shen Qianyu felt uncomfortable all over.
He thought that he would be unable to live without Wan'er for the rest of his life, and would not be able to adapt to life without Wan'er.
